Silver

She had her prize, that's all that mattered. To put any more at risk would be nothing short of foolish.

"I'm done," Nami declared. She grabbed a hold of the silver handle, and pushed through to the other side...

What greeted her was a dark room.

"Hello?" she called out to no one. The door clicked shut behind her. Typical.

Suddenly a spotlight fell on top of her, a slow clap echoing from a near distance away.

She stepped back reflexively, every nerve in her body on edge.

"Congratulations, Cat Burglar Nami."

That voice was familiar...

"You win."

From the shadows stepped out a portly man shaped like a pear, an eerie smile etched over his beak-shaped mouth. She had only seen this man once before, and although she didn't know his name, it was clear that he was the mastermind behind this entire sick show.

"And?" Nami put on her poker face, wary of the tense atmosphere in the room. "This is an odd reception for someone who just won, don't you think?"

The Game Master cackled, holding his belly as it shook. "Did you think this was all actually a game?"

The pirate instinctively reached for her weapon... only to remember that she had lost it in the previous room. In fact, the clothes she had acquired had disappeared as well! Before this man's mocking laughter, she was completely nude and exposed.

"H-Hey!" she cried, quickly throwing one arm over her chest and the other over her crotch. "What's the meaning of this?!"

"Ehehe," the Game Master replied. "Don't worry about covering yourself, this room isn't broadcast to the outside. After all, it wouldn't be any good for us if the secret of the Replaying Labyrinth got out."

Nami didn't budge. Even though there was some relief in knowing that there wasn't a live audience watching, there was still the matter of this creep in front of her.

"So?" she spat, obviously not impressed. "I suppose the fact that you're telling me all this means I've been trapped?"

"You've been trapped since the beginning," the man corrected. "All this time you've been dancing in the palm of our hands. You put on quite a marvelous show, shaking those magnificent breasts and that fine ass of yours on screen... But alas all shows must come to an end."

From his waist he unstrapped a whip, cracking it violently against the floor.

"We gave you a chance you know? You could have just walked away... though to be honest I'm glad you didn't. This prison was designed to publicly shame and break villains like you."

"Are you with the marines then?" Nami inched her way along the back wall, desperately searching for something she could use to her advantage.

"We have an understanding with them, yes. It's quite simple really, for those who have come this far and have yet to break..."

WHACK

His whip lashed out, cracking just above Nami's head.

"We fix that here."

With a tip of his hat, the room then began to change. Spotlights suddenly danced in every corner, and an artificial audience roared with applause as bleachers then sprung from nothing.

"This is the finale, Cat Burglar!" the Game Master announced. From his feet rose a podium that lifted him high into sky. "But we're not complete monsters, you know?"

He tipped his hat again, and just like that Nami found herself in her entrance attire, being her green striped bra and skinny jeans. A small platform raised in front of her, on which sat her Climactact Baton.

"What... what is all this?" she asked.

Her fingers cautiously reached out and picked up her weapon. Its blue metal felt all too familiar in her grip.

"In the end, this is still entertainment!" announced the man from above. "And so as your merciful host, I will graciously grant you the choice of how you wish to meet your end!"

Another platform rose from the ground, this one holding a violet-colored pear, its skin covered with faded yellow spots.

"That," explained the Game Master, "Is a Devil Fruit that will make anyone who eats it a **** to their most primal desires. For a big-tit slut such as yourself, you will know only pleasure, craving every minute for the touch of man."

"And you actually expect me to eat such a thing? Don't be ridiculous." Nami scowled at the man from below.

"The choice is yours!" he said, returning her glare with a mischievous grin.

"Just one bite. One bite of infinite pleasure, and you're free to leave this all behind you. Of course you can refuse to do so, in which case you'll remain here in this room for eternity."

He paused, leering down as his smile widened.

"Do you remember where you are?"

Nami's grip on her weapon tightened, not liking where this was going.

The man continued his explanation.

"In this room, you will not age, nor will you die. Under the powers of the Replay Replay, in this room you will be tortured over and over again. You may break. You will break. And then, it'll all begin again.

"So Cat Burlgar Nami, I ask you..."

His whip cracked through the air once more.

"Which will it be?"